He looked at her.
+"Go take a shower and stop getting on my nerves."
Diana pov:
I closed the bathroom door behind me and locked it quietly. I walked toward the creamy white bathtub.
The mix of white and gray tiles was so beautiful that, for a moment, I forgot everything.
I took off my pants, then my bra and top.
My knees were starting to bruise.
When would they heal?
As soon as the water hit my skin, I let out a soft moan.
It felt so good.
The cut below my collarbone hadn't closed yet, and the water stung, bringing tears to my eyes.
It wasn't deep, but I knew it would leave a scar—a reminder of tonight for the rest of my life.
I filled the tub and lay back.
I had to think.
I couldn't stay here forever.
I'd play the part—cry, argue, act stubborn—whatever it took to get out of here.
I had no idea what I'd do next or where I'd go. All I knew was that this place wasn't for me.
My stomach growled loudly. God, when was the last time I ate?
I couldn't remember.
Hunger and the stress of these past days made me choke up again. I'd become so weak. I used to be tougher than this… or so I thought.
I curled up in the tub, hugging my knees and resting my head on them.
What if Mom and Dad were still here?
Would my life still be this bad?
I got lost in memories.
I wrapped a towel around myself and slowly opened the door.
No one was there.
The thought of seeing that selfish, arrogant jerk with those scary eyes made my skin crawl.
I looked around.
This house was so beautiful.
The design and architecture were stunning.
I snooped around until I finally found the kitchen.
It was empty too.
I grabbed some food from the fridge and started eating.
As I took a bite of a piece of cake, an idea sparked in my mind.
I needed to think it through.
This was the only way I could escape.